NaNoWriMo is done. I’ll get to that later.
In the mantime, I just want to point out how completely stressed out I am with the economy collapsing. I’m trying to talk myself down, which has become a daily event. Erin and I don’t have all that many responsibilities, and so far nothing adverse has struck. But right now it’s hard to see a bottom to it, and I can’t say I had any Steinbeck-fueled romantic desire to live through a Depression, if there are people with that sort of thing. I’d say not, but let’s face it, someone out there is secretly thinking “Now I can write the great 21st century American novel!”
Or not. That was just a little fantasy I cooked up to distract myself from the stress.
Anyway, I hope life is treating all of you well, right now. Here’s hoping we get through this minimal doom.